Page 54 of The Puck Player

He looks at me with a confused smirk. “That’s kind of the whole reason I’m here, love,” he laughs, flicking through one of the books from his bag, and my legs shake, as I rise to my feet and bend down to retrieve the box from under my desk, carrying it over to the bed.

“No, I need you to teach me something else,” I stammer, placing the box on the end of the bed, opening it slightly, and when Alexander leans forward to inspect what’s inside, his eyes snap straight back to mine.

“What exactly am I teaching you?” he grits, watching me carefully, and I fight against the hot flush burning through me, praying he won’t make me say it. His eyes flick between me and the box, the silence between us so fucking loud that I’m sure he can hear my heart beating, as he adds, “You want me to teach you to have an orgasm?” he adds in question, as if needing the confirmation of what I’m asking for, and I nod slowly, not taking my eyes off him. “Fuck,” he curses out beneath his breath, the word sending a jolt down my spine, as he jumps off the bed and crowds into me. “Are you sure?” he asks, and when I nod, he cuts me off. “Words, Aubree, I need to hear the words,” he demands, his breath hot against my lips.

“Yes, Alexander, I’m sure,” I whisper, desperate for him to kiss me, but still not ready for what another kiss between us would mean.

His eyes flick down to my mouth, but I know he sees the unspoken words in my stare, so instead of leaning in, he reaches up and brushes his thumb across my lips, as he purrs, “Then get on the bed.”

A veiled command that slinks down my spine and has my knees almost buckling as I move.

Forgive me father for I must sin.

Maybe God does exist. Maybe there is a heaven. Because there is no other reasonable explanation as to why the epitome of goodness and perfection has just asked me to teach her how to come. Aubree moves on shaky legs toward her bed, placing herself gently in the center, as if readying herself to have a damn picnic, and nothing has ever looked more perfect. Taking a deep breath, I move slowly to lock her door, turning off the overhead light and switching on a lamp. Then I pick up my phone and find an instrumental playlist for some background noise, before moving to grab the box of toys I bought her, discarding them completely.

“What are you doing?” she asks, a hint of panic in her tone, as she watches me position her desk chair at the foot of her bed.

“I’m setting the scene,” I tell her honestly, knowing how vulnerable she must feel at this moment.

The pathetic pastor was with her for three fucking years and never truly had her trust, so having her give it to me so willingly is not something I take lightly. I won’t rush this, no matter how many times I pictured fucking her while fucking my fist. No, Aubree deserves more than a quick fuck to satisfy my insatiable need for her, she deserves to explore and learn what she likes. To know that when I slide inside of her there isn’t a shred of doubt of her truly wanting me there.

“Lie down, and close your eyes,” I tell her gently, taking a seat in her chair and cracking my neck at the torture I am about to put myself through. Aubree eyes me cautiously, but then obeys my command, and I try not to think of all the other things I could command her to do. “Now, I’m going to talk you through it, okay, love?” She nods against her pillow, her hands flexing against her bedsheets, as I inhale deeply, eyeing the flimsy skirt I know will reveal everything once we get started.

“Now what?” she breathes, buzzing with anticipation, and fuck what I would give to touch her.

“Now, you’re going to make yourself come while I watch, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do, aren’t you?” I demand firmly.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Her thighs press together at my words, and I bite back a groan at the thought of her enjoying them.

The gold of her purity ring shines bright, and it’s just a stark reminder that we shouldn’t be doing this, not really, but we have been dancing around this thing between us since that night in the bar, and I can’t take it anymore. So I lean forward, placing my hands on the bottom of her legs and slowly slide them apart. Goosebumps erupt along her skin, and I want to trace every oneof them with my tongue until she is begging me to stop, but this isn’t about me, it’s all about her.

“First, take off your underwear,” I breathe, tracking her shaking hand as it slowly starts to move down her body to the apex of her thighs. I see her hesitation, hear her sharp intake of breath, but still she reaches beneath her skirt and lifts her hips, slowly sliding off her panties. I reach up and take over, helping her pull them off, her thighs quickly pressing back together when I toss them aside, but still I can feel the electricity between us, like a live burning wire. “Now let me see, love, spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”

Her fingers graze along her thigh as she slowly parts her legs, granting me the view of a fucking lifetime. Her pussy is pink and glistening, with just a light dusting of hair, and as her fingers slowly part her lips with a gentle, unskilled stroke, I know I am fucking doomed.

My cock is as hard as a rock, and my hands fist the bedsheets on either side of her legs to stop myself from batting her own away and taking my desperate fingers to her wet and needy core. “Fuck, Aubree, you really are fucking trouble,” I grit darkly, trying and failing to keep my heart rate under control, but it’s no use. I am fucking gone for her and her pussy. “Now touch yourself, love, show me what a good student I know you can be.”

Her movements are methodical as she begins to touch herself. “Like this?” she asks, slowly stroking her fingers up and down, testing the movements, and my mouth waters at the sight.

“Swirl them a little,” I grunt, and she obeys instantly, and I know the second she finds her clit for the first time because she gasps, her entire body flexing in response. “Yes, that’s it, do that again,” I demand roughly, only to be rewarded with her sweet fucking moan, as she begins to find a rhythm. “Talk to me, love, tell me how it feels,” I choke out, tracking every flick of herfingers and every hitch of her breath, as she plays with herself so perfectly.

“It feels indescribable,” she gasps, rubbing herself a little faster. “Like I have been sleeping, and oh god, I’m awake, I’m awake and feel everything,” she chants, my cock leaking at her every word, as her hand slows down a little, but I snap forward.

My knees hit the middle of her bed between her thighs, as I grip her hand tightly between my fingers, not allowing her to stop moving. Her eyes fly open to meet mine, her pupils blown out so fucking beautifully, I feel like I could come right now without even being touched.

“Ah, ah, love, don’t you dare stop,” I command, moving her hand roughly against her clit, and she turns breathless beneath me, holding my stare as she starts to writhe against our joined hands, as my other hand flies to her hip. “That’s it, good girl, chase it, I know you can feel it, baby, that need building inside of you, so don’t you dare fucking stop.”

My hand tightens at her waist, feeling every grind of her hips against us, and fuck, I have never been more turned on in my entire life. She picked me to give her this, she deemed me worthy enough to share with me, something she has never even given herself, and I don’t know what made her do it, but I’m so fucking glad she did.

“Alexander,” she gasps, my name like a fucking symphony in her pleasured tone, and I know she’s already close, because I can feel her entire body starting to shake.

“That’s it, rub that pretty clit for me, love, I want your fingers slick with your cum so I can taste that perfect cunt.” My words have her moaning again, rubbing herself even harder, and I can feel her arousal against my knuckles. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I grunt, grinding my jaw, as I lean down and drop my head to hers, breathing her in.

I can feel her rough pants against my lips, but still I don’t erase the last bit of space between us. This moment isn’t about her becoming mine, it’s about her learning to own her pleasure. I guide her hand to stroke her clit over and over again, so close to touching her, but still so far away. We pant and grind together, until her body begins spasming beneath me.

“Alexander,” she moans again, her eyes widening. “Alexander, I feel, I feel, oh my god…” she trails off with a scream, her orgasm ripping through her entire body, and all I can do is watch in awe.

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